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Wanting Sam - 2
by Kazz (kazztheanonman@gmail.com)
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A fourteen year old boy named Jack has had gay
feelings towards his feminine looking friend Sam for
years so he finally decides to take action and
attempts to seduce him. (mm-teens, 1st-gay-expr, mast,
oral, anal)
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There are certain moments in our life that we look
back on and class as perfect; flawless to the degree
where we truly believe that it was meant to be.
Destiny, if you will. As I lay above my best friend
Samuel, savoring our first kiss together, there was no
doubt in my mind that this was undeniably one of these
moments.
For the first time, I had completely given into my new
found feeling towards him and made my move. Nothing
extreme - I had held the back of his head gently,
pulled him towards me, and kissed him on the lips. Sam
took great care of his body, both inside and out, and
he tasted perfect. I couldn't believe that this was
happening. He hadn't pulled away. He was nervous, as I
was, but he hadn't rejected me.
His arms were still around me, and my right arm still
held the back of his head, slowly caressing his
smooth, jet-black hair. "This is going to be
interesting," he had said. And how so it had been and
was going to be. Now I looked into those blue eyes,
and for every second I did, a mixture of lust and love
invaded every part of my body. All blood pumped to my
lower region, and my erection refused to subside.
I was then overtaken by emotion; a furious combination
of desire, lust and love. I pulled him towards me
again, a little more aggressively this time, and
whispered in his ear, "I've wanted this for a long
time, Sam." I could smell deodorant, the shampoo in
his hair, and the slight odor of sweat. But that
didn't matter. We're not perfect, are we? In fact,
this reinforced the lust that have overtaken me and
made all of this seem so much more primal. God, I
wanted him. But I couldn't lose him - I had to take
this slow.
My Samuel had always been the silent type; he looked
straight back at me, his face still flushed (probably
not so much more embarrassment anymore). There was
about a ten second gap before he spoke. During that
all we only listened to the outside world from my
bedroom, where people went about their normal lives -
a man was mowing his lawn somewhere, kids were
shouting, and trees blew gently in the summer wind.
Then, "I kn-know, Jack. I think I wanted it to. I-",
he cleared his throat, "I didn't think it would come
this far. I didn't think you wanted to-"
"Nor me," I said quietly. "I was so scared of you
rejecting me."
Silence. Then, just like out of the movies, we came
together again. This time, we were unrestricted.
Somewhat like a girl, Sam let me take over him and
spread a leg to either side of me and our crotches
met. He was hard too. Oh yes, extremely. He had just
kept it hidden well. We rubbed up against each other
and I commenced the kissing. This time, he kissed back
and our tongues began to entwine. We curiously began
to explore one another's mouths, and Sam began to moan
slightly in pleasure.
Oh god, this was amazing. I just wanted to bend him
over and take him right there. But I had to treat him
gently; this wasn't just a playmate, this was my
friend and somebody who was possibly going to become
something more to me in the future. Cheesy, I know,
but I loved him.
Having saying that, I wasn't letting him go this
evening without getting something. Continuing my
lustful assault on his mouth, I lay his head back on
my left forearm and slipped my right hand underneath
his school shirt. Soft, smooth skin. Like I mentioned
before; it could have been a girls. I rubbed him
softly, resisting the urge to just shove my hand down
his pants, and instead continued to derive my pleasure
from down below by pushing my dick, covered only by a
thin layer of cotton, up against his own rock hard
member, and Sam quite happily mimicked my motions. I
wanted him naked so bad, believe me. I wanted our bare
dicks too touch.
There was no need though, As I said, I was clouded by
my lust and thought nothing of the sensation building
up inside me. It was too late by the time that I
realized my dry humping had taken its toll and I was
on the brink of orgasm. "Oh fuck, Sam, I shit-" I
mumbled incoherently and started to ejaculate hard
inside my boxers. "Oh, fuck me!" I groaned, not
knowing what to do with myself. I must have shot five
good streams of cum in the least.
Succumbing to the after effects of my orgasm, I fell
on top of Sam, holding him close to me, not sure if he
was aware of what had happened or not. What an elusive
moment this was. Oh dear God, if Oscar and the crew
could see us now!
That was never, ever going to happen.
"Er, Jack..." Sam murmured to me, "Jack, a bit...
heavy, man..."
"Oh, sorry..." I climbed off him and sat on the edge
of my bed, my physical needs satisfied, but my mind a
maze of confusion. "I don't know what to say, Sam..."
To my surprise, he laughed. What a beautiful sound! "I
don't think we need to say a lot, Jack," he said. He
pulled himself up and sat next to me. "Best, um, keep
this quiet from the boys though, yes?"
I turned to face him. "Yes," I smiled grimly,
"probably a good idea."
Sam gave me a quick peck on the cheek and stood up.
"I'd best go now, um, but I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?
Don't make it too awkward, yeah?"
"Sure."
And off he went. I sat there, a naive, but happy, 14
year old boy and thought about what was to come in the
following few weeks. A part of me was still dreadfully
scared; what if Sam had a change of heart and suddenly
felt disgusted with himself? I guessed only time would
tell.
I heard the front door close. I quickly got up, walked
to the upstairs window, and looked out. I watched as
Sam began his journey back home and didn't take my
eyes off him until he reached the corner and
disappeared out of sight. From what I could see, I
think he had a smile on his face.
Please, let that have been a smile on his face.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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